Chapter 83: The Shock of the Grandmaster Spear Technique

Chapter 83: The Shock of the Grandmaster Spear Technique

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After a brief silence, the entire "Polar Crown" arena was utterly drowned in a thunderous wave of discussion.

"I... Shi Dang, one of the three top contenders, after activating his bloodline, was taken down in a single spear strike?"

"A dark horse! Without a doubt, the biggest dark horse of this tournament! Where did this Qin Feng come from, this monster?"

"Check! Check his profile immediately! What? Ranked over sixty-seven thousand in the high school entrance exam? Are you kidding me?!"

In the viewing area of Tianshu Martial Arts High School.

Lei Yi, who had just finished his opponent with a single blow, had been watching Shi Dang's battle.

His sharp gaze was locked onto the arena's massive screen, fixed on Qin Feng's face—calm to an almost unsettling degree.

"Thousand Army Spear... at the grandmaster level."

"And that final move... it was Flowing Light Chasing Shadows..."

"Such a fast spear, such a powerful Wandering Dragon Body Technique, seamless and unified, impressive."

"Qin Feng..."

In the viewing area of Jinlong Martial Arts High School.

Li Qing's smile had completely vanished, replaced by an unprecedented gravity.

The few flying daggers that had been dancing nimbly between his fingers also stopped, clutched tightly in his palm.

"A grandmaster spear technique, truly a monster."

"He's on the same level as Lei Yi, no... he's even more dangerous than Lei Yi!"

"A real... monster!"

At the top of the Observation Tower.

The lead instructor from Xinghe Military Affiliated High School suddenly rose from his seat, his face etched with shock, exclaiming involuntarily:

"Shi Dang's Stone Blood Body—even a full-force attack with a vitality index of 17 or 18 might not break it in one blow!"

"A grandmaster spear technique? How is that possible?"

"A freshman achieving a grandmaster spear technique?"

"And the Thousand Army Spear, widely considered the hardest?"

Instructor Gu Yue spoke with appreciation:

"Breaking a point with a point, the killing move 'Flowing Light Chasing Shadows' can concentrate all power into a single point, exploding upon contact with the target..."

"Combined with body movement, merging movement and technique seamlessly, using it so fluidly in actual combat—this is indeed a grandmaster spear technique."

"Haha, such rapid progress..."

Inside the "Qiming Viewing" building in the Red Leaf Commercial District, Qin Dahai jumped up in excitement, waving his fists fiercely, his tiger eyes glistening with proud tears. He roared, paying no heed to the strange looks from those around him.

"Good lad! Well done!"

His uncle and aunt cheered wildly.

His younger siblings also shouted with joy.

"Big brother won!"

"Big brother will definitely take first place!"

Amidst the shock, uproar, and murmurs of the entire crowd, Qin Feng calmly walked down from Arena No. 073.

He sheathed his spear and turned, his movements fluid and effortless, as if he had merely completed another ordinary daily ranking match.

And for Qin Feng, that was indeed the case.

The opponents in the rankings were far more troublesome than Shi Dang—some deliberately chose heavy armor, and in the Imperial Arena's ranking system, their defenses surpassed even that of the Stone Blood Body.

"I hope the freshman tournament ends quickly."

"Once I earn the merit points from the tournament, I can continue grinding my vitality index."

"The vitality index is my weak point."

Qin Feng muttered to himself as he returned to the viewing area of Qiming No. 1 High School.

He had no idea that he had already leaped to become the biggest dark horse of the Qiming Inter-School Tournament!

No one had expected that in the very first round, Shi Dang, the favorite to win, would be defeated outright.

And defeated by a grandmaster spear technique!

A freshman, a grandmaster spear technique!

When these two words were combined, the students of Qiming No. 7 High School could only think of one word—monster!

Defeating Shi Dang was just the beginning.

In the matches that followed, Qin Feng demonstrated to all the spectators of Qiming Star what true "dominance" meant, through his actions.

The commentator's voice had shifted from initial shock to a familiar fervor.

"Ladies and gentlemen! In the second round just concluded, Qin Feng from Qiming No. 1 High School has once again ended the battle with a clean, decisive one-shot! His opponent couldn't even last three moves against him! This is already the second time today we've witnessed his grandmaster spear technique!"

"Beautiful!"

"A strike like a horned antelope hanging from a branch—clean and sharp!" On the massive holographic screen, the battle replay unfolded like a fast-forwarded film.

In the second round, Qin Feng's opponent was a freshman wielding twin blades.

The moment the match began, that player charged like a whirlwind, attempting a preemptive strike.

Yet Qin Feng simply stood still, saw through the blade's path, and gave his spear a casual flick. Striking after the opponent but arriving first, the spear shaft precisely struck the twin blades.

An overwhelming force surged through, sending the player and his weapons flying off the arena.

The entire exchange lasted no more than three seconds.

In the third round, his opponent was a student known for defense, wielding a tower shield like a small mountain.

Just as that student assumed his strongest defensive stance, Qin Feng's figure closed in like a phantom.

He didn't use any killing moves; he merely tapped the tip of his spear lightly into the gap between the tower shield and the opponent's chest armor.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound, and the student's proud tower shield defense collapsed like a balloon pierced by a needle.

He stared at Qin Feng in utter shock, then smiled bitterly and jumped off the arena on his own.

In the stands, the murmurs about Qin Feng had quietly begun to change.

If defeating Shi Dang in the first match had only made him "the biggest dark horse of this tournament," now he had become, in everyone's eyes, an out-and-out "monster."

The audience began to chant his name.

But beneath the arena, Qin Feng's expression remained calm.

For him, these battles were less stressful than being "brutally schooled" by the second-year seniors in the private network of Qiming No.1 High School.

In the Imperial Arena rankings, those fighters who would stop at nothing for points had fighting styles far more bizarre and troublesome than these talented freshmen who followed the rules.

Simply put, Qin Feng felt he was crushing noobs.

The commentator's voice, tinged with undisguised regret, once again rang through the arena.

"The fourth round draw is over! Oh! It seems Lady Luck always stands by the strong! Contestant Qin Feng gets a bye this round!"

A sigh of disappointment came from the audience.

Then, the results of the fifth round draw were announced.

"...Unbelievable! In the fifth round draw, contestant Qin Feng gets a bye again! What astonishing luck!"

The consecutive byes left the audience torn between laughter and tears; they wanted to see more of his fluid spear technique, but ended up not even being able to be spectators.

It wasn't until the sixth round that Qin Feng's name finally appeared again on the match list.

"Alright! The sixth round officially begins! Contestant Qin Feng finally takes the stage again! His opponent is Zhang Lie, a talented fighter from Beidou Martial High School! He is a master of killing techniques at the minor completion level! This is sure to be a clash of titans!"

The commentator did his utmost to build up the atmosphere.

On the arena, Zhang Lie's offense was indeed fierce.

His blade style was wide and sweeping, the blade light spreading out to form an impenetrable curtain of light, descending upon Qin Feng.

Yet, facing such a violent attack, Qin Feng stood unmoving, [Ten Thousand Troops Guarding]!

The spear in his hand seemed to have a life of its own, spinning so fast that not even water could penetrate.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The dense sound of clashing metal rang incessantly, countless sparks bursting from the collisions of spear and blade.

Zhang Lie gave it his all, his blade light growing faster, yet he could never break through the seemingly unhurried spear defense.

Qin Feng's figure behind the spear shadows moved as if strolling in a courtyard.

At the twenty-ninth second of the match, Qin Feng's eyes caught a tiny opening that appeared in his opponent's relentless assault.

Now!

His defensive spear stance suddenly changed; the spear shot like lightning, a [Ten Thousand Troops Yielding] striking after the opponent's move but arriving first!

"Dong!"

With a loud crash, the long blade in Zhang Lie's hand was sent flying high by an irresistible force, spinning several times in the air before embedding itself at the edge of the arena.

Zhang Lie stood frozen, his face full of disbelief.

The thirty-second count ended, and the referee loudly announced the result.

The entire arena once again erupted in waves of amazement at that terrifying "Grandmaster-level Spear Technique."

(End of this chapter)